Kyra, The Goth

Alright, alright. Call it cliche, call it stereotypical, call it a nerd's general wet dream, but you had a solid crush on the big titty goth girl.

To be fair, you didn't realize that she fulfilled the "big titty" part of that stereotype until a few weeks after your crush started to truly form. Everyone had been gathered up for a game of D&D (Actually, it was an earlier session of the current campaign, where dragons remained unslain and your bard had just managed to die to a hoard of goblins), and afterwards Steven had shown off a bottle of vodka he "procured" from one of the residents in the dorms that he was RA for. **** was illegal on campus, and in exchange for not telling the school board, the student gave Steven one of his better bottles as a bribe. Cut to a few hours later, you were all drunk as hell and Kyra, for no reason, decided that it was time to take both her shirt and bra off. That would have been bad enough for you, as your face became a few degrees redder seeing your crush naked, but then Anna went over and began to play with Kyra's tits claiming that she wish she had a pair that nice. That was the point that you excused yourself to the kitchen, but not before noting the glint of metal at the end of each of Kyra's nipples.

'Huh. So she really does have piercings there.'

But, as mentioned, that was not what initially drove you to desire her. No, that stared because of a number of reasons. Firstly, she was brilliant in both the sense of book smarts and in terms of the sharpness of her wit. You still had daydreams about the time the two of you were in English class and were assigned to try to have a duel of Shakespearean insults. You were given 10 minutes to write up a few example insults (and were told to keep the insults not too personal) and then would duel before the class.

What transcribed was, in your mind at least, legendary. The two of you ran through your written insults after about 3 minutes. The verbal sparing then continued for another 15 minutes, and only came to a close because the teacher had to let the class go. Over the next few days, the two of you would have mini-sparing whenever you met up. Even to this day, it was common for one of you to greet the other with a well placed Shakespearean insult, and for the other to come up with one just as good or better. Plus, her insulting repertoire was not limited to the days of Shakespeare. You have seen her really unload into some individuals, such as a street preacher who decided to yell at Anna while the group was getting lunch. What followed could only be described as a verbal slaughter, with Kyra emerging as the obvious winner.

Second, there was the cool factor. You couldn't help it, you thought that Kyra was cool as hell. Never mind the fact that she rode motorcycles, or that she played guitar and sang, or that she could throw knives just as well as she threw insults, or the fact that she had a tattoo of a dragon curling up her leg. No, the coolest thing about her was by far the fact that she managed to do all of that at the same time, WHILE also practicing voodoo. I mean, you didn't realize people actually did voodoo, but after seeing her shrine to Baron Samedi, and watching her make amulets for all of you guys to protect from disease, you had to admit she was cool as fuck.

Third was the fact that she really cared in her own way. Now, granted, this was not something that excluded her from your other friends. You knew that all of your friends cared, and that you cared for them as well. However, there was something in the way that Kyra cared, and the fact that she seemed like the kind of person that wouldn't care. She seemed like someone that, when you said you had a problem, that she would laugh and flip you off. But the fact that she would go out of her way to help you and talk to you if you ever needed it helped cement your desire for her.

Fourth was the physical attraction. Yeah, you couldn't deny it, Kyra was fucking HOT. Her pixie cut hair perfectly framed her face, her skin was a lovely shade of alabaster, her makeup always accentuated her sex appeal and made you sometimes need to find a toilet just so you could talk to her without having a stiffy for the rest of the day. There were her long legs, which filled many of your fantasies as you longed to kiss up the soft, subtle flesh and slowly part her thighs, placing your head between her legs and showing her what the advantage of having such an active mouth was.

Finally, there was The Event. The Event was the moment that you hit your lowest, the moment that you felt like there was nothing left for you in this world and that you were better off dead than dealing with life. In that moment, in your darkest point, Kyra showed that she was a beacon of light and hope for you, and that she cared about you more than you actually knew. The Event showed you that this goth was not just your really hot and intelligent friend, but she was something more to you